...then this morning while I was getting dressed...
I tossed my top on the bed and nipped over to my dresser to pick out and put on my jewelry. When I turned around I just caught Mike jumping up on the bed and landing squarely on my top.
"Get off my shirt!" I fussed at him and made a waving motion at him with my hands.
What does Mike do?
He blinks once, pauses, and lies down full out on my top.
Cats are so entitled?
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